It is said ‘life is like a river that flows always changing.’ I’m not sure where that saying came from but, it reminds me that my story is about...one man’s life with all the variations and is not about some pity request. I was going to leave this story alone, keeping it just about a single man’s strength of will and intent to raise his son in safety. This is a true story for the most part and, while about 90% of it is true there are some aspects of this story that I invented due to lack of. .talk dirty to me like you do when we're alone...tell me how much you like having a penis in your mouth and If you give him a good enough blowjob I might ask a few of my girlfriends over to watch. Would you like that?"."I'd love it" I lustfully said."Then c'mon, tell me how much you are loving this" she told me as she slowly stroked his cock as while I sucked it."Thank you for doing this" I said to her. " I can't believe you're feeding me his cock.I love having you watch me while I suck it.". "Oh Mom, you're such a fox..." she breathed into the older woman's ear.Her tongue began flicking out to play with that ear, and Mavis' neck and throat as well, as she finally started to give Mavis' jugs the loving attention they craved. But she still was not direct. She still teased... Her free hand cupped the big boob from underneath and she caressed it with her small palm, squeezing it and letting just an index finger flick over the nipple from below. Yet the minute that finger teased her. They’re either humorous or designed to complement the girls costume. In both cases, they have one thing in common, they’re either picked out by the chick or picked out with her consent. The costume is designed to not be attractive or if it is, it’s so obviously part of a ‘set’ as to make it clear to the other women in the room that the guy wearing it is with her and off limits.” “Come on!” I scoffed. “You scoff,” he replied, “but note yon pirate over there.” He nodded to a guy by the stereo..